I learned a lot of things from my dad...
I learned how to get the upper hand on cardboard home-intruders (including calling 911, lighting a fire so I could smoke-signal the neighbors, & mastering the mondo-lock on his gun safe).
I learned that every person around me is a "bad guy", and am therefore in a constant search for "America's Next Top Weapon".
I learned how to fall off of a horse gracefully. There are many ways to fall off of a horse, but dangit, I can do it with style.
I learned how to load, unload and reload a six-shooter in under 4 seconds.
I learned how to make people laugh.
I learned how to say "I'm sorry".
I learned how to walk headfirst down the face of a cliff with nothing but a rope tied around my waist (a.k.a. Australian Rappelling).
I learned how to hunt for deer, doves, geese, ducks, & squirrels but never actually shoot anything except an unsuspecting bobcat and our neighbors prized rooster.
I learned that I'm always right. Then I learned that was wrong and my whole universe was shattered. :)
I learned how to drive a Ford Bronco on the highway...when I was 13.
I also learned to never, ever throw away a fast food napkin.
The philosophy is this: if you don't have napkins, you will make a mess and need them. If you do have napkins, you'll know you're covered, relax, and not spill things.
It sounds crazy, but it holds true.
Unfortunately, I can't manage to keep a normal ration of napkins, so every time I try to open the glove box, it explodes. I have an unnatural aversion to throwing them away.
Maybe I can craft them all into paper mache nun-chucks so I can protect myself from the "bad guys".
Yep, that seems like a rational, dad-like solution!